This story includes Jake and Hannah from Let Me Lose Myself In You. Jake is three, Hannah is seven weeks.
Catherine's POV
I rolled over in my husband's arms and smiled contently. Lindsey was at a sleepover. I had fed Hannah only a little while ago. Then my eyes narrowed when I heard a little giggle. It might just be Jake watching cartoons but…
"Gil," I said, nudging my husband.
"Mhm?" came the reply.
"Did you see what Jake was doing when I fed Hannah?"
"Sleeping, like every other normal individual in the morning."
I frowned. "Are you saying our daughter is not normal?"
He rolled over and looked at me. "What was the problem again?"
I picked up our Bob The Builder alarm clock that Jake had happily bestowed on us for Christmas. "It's eight o'clock. Why is the house silent?"
A worried look came across his face. "You're right." He picked up his glasses and I slipped on a dressing gown as we padded into the hallway. First we passed Hannah's room and found her wriggling around in her crib. I picked her up and held her close, as she sucked my little finger. Bypassing Lindsey's room, which we knew was empty, we finally came to Jake's room…also empty.
Gil looked at me. "This is not a good sign."
We went downstairs and the loungeroom, where we expected our darling three year old terror to be watching cartoons was also empty. I dreaded the kitchen, which was our next stop.
Jake looked up at us with a huge grin plastered across his face. "Look mama! Fingerpints!"
The kitchen was covered in strawberry jam, as was our little boy.
"Jakey," Gil said, kneeling beside his son. "What were you doing?"
"Fingerpinting," he grinned, showing his jam covered hands.
Gil looked at me and I laughed.
"We'll lift these prints later," Gil said, lifting our son up. "For now, let's go have a bath."
Jake giggled and clapped his jammy hands on his father's face. I laughed again and Gil looked at me with a gleam in his eye.
"Don't even think about it," I said, as Gil walked a little closer.
He bent down and kissed me deeply, making sure I got jam on my face. I mock-glared at him.
"You and I will discuss that later," I told him.
"Looking forward to it," he replied, hugging our son and going upstairs to the bathroom.
FINIS